Pebbles of My Spine

I asked the Beings

hopping up the pebbles

of my spine

if their pattering

feet left watery

prints on bone

-if such shadowed

splashes were forever-

or if most

slipped

on eroding stone

-a thousand Sprites

drowning-

how many

reach the summit

and bless

the river’s Source?

with tired tears and silvery

hairs

Please Sirs - a glance

in forehead’s window?